When the angels take the angel voive awayOme lower their eyes, some of us shout cheatsOr cheating on the deal, pulling off the sting,Uning up the harps, dishing out the wings

If they can dance on, on the head of a pinDon't that tell you something about their skinHard faced little bastards

When the angels take the angel voice awayJealously they see the sometimes man you'd beMust get so blase, knowing you'll never die,Lounging on a cloud; polishing the skyThe memories are blue, but borrowed for the dayThey sit around ignored, till someone goes away

If they can dance on, on the head of a pinDon't that tell you something about their skinHard faced little bastards

When the angels take the angel voice awayJealously they see the sometimes man you'd be

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The memories are blue, but borrowed for the dayThey sit around ignored, till someone goes awayFor cheating on the deal, pulling off the sting,Tuning up the harps, dishing out the wings

If they can dance... BastardsWhen the angels take the angel voice awayJealously they see the sometimes man you'd be